[BaCk]

now that im BaCk i finally can rap,

i cant at my home cause my parents are mad wack,

fresh with the flow they call me a tic tac,

when im done, i just sit and relax,

i sit BaCk and listen how i haunt the damn track,

fall BaCk for several months wake up and relapse,

i spittin truth apparently spittin these damn facts,

my bars create a new style i call it the rip rap,

stand BaCk and just watch how im fresh when i come BaCk.

[rate uk grime bars]

i liked it long but i liked it. i want to hear you with beef with someone, i think you would do very well

[Life]

i liked it the only thing is i got bored around the middle.

its rate my rhymes, not songs. Not meaning this in a bad way.

[freestyle..]

my flow is so sick it will clean your pampas

my rhymes make mean niggas happy campas

when i walk through my school and i get dapped up

my girls say nice spit and hugs get me rapped up

im trapped up in this world called hip hop

but i was never at the bottom i was always at the top

how can these dumb niggas try to stop the sickness

it dont spread so stop thinkin you could get this

ya thick head cant stop the speeding led

one shot to the head never miss now your dead

nigga i come from the gutta man you dont even know

m to the ista and dont forget the flow

lemme skidaddle man i gotta go

hold on to your hats ima bout to blow.

[PHX Allstar]

got em on a fuckin reply oh shit!!!!!!!!!

[oh god]

yo theres this cat tha realest man holy shit

in a quick little spit shut up got em fixed

woodman why did you do it man why did you try

this nigga took ya ass out, on a fuckin reply

how does that make you feel pretty dumb i bet

why was you hatin, now ya ass is upset

tha realist got it made you stuck in the dust

got put up shelf quick for causin a fus

well you just mad cause his style is better

his bars sliced you up you went thru the shredder

im sick with the flow, why you think the call me mister

f to the low, tear ya ass up like you been outside in a twister

ay yo woodman, im fuckin sister

then i kick her ass out, act like im gonna miss her

shakin the ground i guess im like fissure

i cut woodman down with a rhyme and som scissors

TIMBER!!!

[MY LIFE]

ight.. dats pretty good... keep at it your skill will only get better

what the fuck are you saying this dude just through his life on the table and your gonna say it was "ight". nigga what the fuck is wrong with you that shit rhymed and everything, told a good story, nigga its betta than your shit. enouph said.

[PHX Allstar]

yo that shit was fire!

[back]

nobody can spit it how i spit it so fast watch me get it,

im swattin these niggas away robbin there homeruns when they hit it,

i dont care what yall niggas is thinkin but when i flip it,

you cant stop you cant knock it ya body ill flop it ill just straight drop it,

who want it ill load it and cock it then pop it at ya who can stop it,

my money i stack to my ceilin got gwaup i take vacations in the tropics,

you niggas betta watch it ill switch ill swap it i got the game in my pocket,

so tell me what ya thinkin while my mind will stay trippin got my 9's churpin like crickets,

so while im trickin you niggas will be thinkin about how i rip it like hulkamnaia and his t shirts,

watch how i kick it ill sick it ill tip it

you trippin im flippin

you thinkin im spittin

im hittin you missin

i spit the straight truth these niggas is bullshittin.

[some more quick little shit]

i hit em' with a 1, 2, 3 and even a 4

now ya ass deceased not talkin anymore

dirty up ya carpet with ya blood stained on the floor

you soft i go hard like mike's hard lemonade

i am the british and your just napoleans blockade

hit ya make ya do the michael jordan fade away

now every g has a gun and every kill begins with k

[quick little stuff just read it]

i hit you with the 1 hitta quitta face splitta im the nigga to go to

blowin niggas up cahmay hahmay ha whup ya ass just like goku

i leave ya homies confused about what had just came thru

you easy like shutes and latters im hard like sudoku

[IM VICIOUS]

oh my god "stay on the run like a RB in madden" that shit was tight!!

[I'm new on this thing but take time n see wot i'm bringin!]

pretty good confusin to read tho

[not that good i know...]

here it comes im the thunder and the lightning

my tips keep firing my loose bolts i am tightening

im like go go power ranger inspector gadget on dat ass

6 feet underground ya new homes unda the grass

my rhymes is a drunk driver bitch causin a car crash

storm thru ya hood so quick its like my name is flash

im crazy im loco im folle for dat cash

leavin hataz hurt after my hurricanistic path

rich boyz money clean yo my money need a bath

ill go straight fuckin pikachu on you i guess my name is ash

ya bars like 2 mph mines are going so fast

im just like twister for ya sister when i leave ya wit a blister

yeah u kissed her now u wished her never came wit the hitster

im a hitman your a felon i shot ya homie now ya tellin

now im relaxin and im thinkin while ya girl cookin in da kitchen

[once again]

thanks = )

[once again]

1 shot, 2 shot, rippin threw ya tissue,

mutha fucka you dont want it im a problem not an issue,

get sized up and see if these bullets fit you,

my burga makes its own ketchup once a pickle hits you,

leave ya dead leave ya stupid leave yeah ass K.O.ed!!

my shotgun got 2 barrels like 2 o's in ohio,

hulk smash ya face in like the tips do ya bones,

not you cracka because................

i could have sworn cracka u said u moved on

yet u lit the fire of hell and thats what u did wrong

the beef went cold until you mentioned my name

its like it was reheated stuck in the microwave

its gone its finished, over a month has past

until then u and all the hataz can kiss my ass

[$$Not What It Look$ Like$$ Take two]

good.....but at some points confusing. clean it up a lil bit.

[moving on]

im moving on it's time to write something positve

no one knows about the bank rolls the rich just deposited

most of the people who try to get out the hood

while others just watch wishing that they could

and as the richest get rich and the poorest get poor

while the poor gets broken bones, bruises and sors

the rich stand by and cheer for more more more

[every1 im bak wit some nu rhymes]

they are right it got a lot better. i actually bobbed my head reading it.

oh and who are you directing it to??

[ha ha]

cracka where have you been your girl is worried sick

phsyche she left your punk ass and she all over my dick

did you go missing cause you kept floppin your lips

i told you i was a goon and now ya pussy ass has dipped

you left at my rath no one else's in this bitch

everyone here is good matter of fact better then you

and now your fat ass is missing for 3 days or a few

i was gone but i was watchin just waitin for you

to come back and say something even though you already knew

that your a fuckin pussy letting a 15 year old rip on you

R.I.P. cracka

ha ha

bitch

[R.I.P. Uncle]

i feel you.

[rate ma barz grime uk]

I really liked the first little thing you had going.

But I will have to agree on messenger on how

it was a little to awkward to read. But I have seen worse.

Look back on past rhymes people have put in, look at smg...

You will see what I mean by worse. Keep going though.

[what?]

once again ya big ass is talkin bout food

im 6'0'' but only weight 1-6-2

i dont give a shit bitch i can take you

how am i gunnin myself mo fucka fuck u

i dont care what a cats think bitch this between me and you

me and my dogs shoot the heady we run shit fool

so stop spittin shit before i make ya fat ass look like stew

stupid mutha fucka always talkin his shit

but u dont even know what ya girl does wit my dick

and what really pisses me off is that u a little punk

talkin bout how you smoke blunts

bitch u never even smelt weed before u dont know what its like

because u a spoiled fat pig that didnt have ta work in his life

down in the streets i know u know nuttin like that

we hustle for dis money and not hand job our dads

so stop talkin big, better yet stop talkin bad

u aint hard bitch u sweet so go suck ya moms dick

while ya at it i ask will ya stupid ass stop talkin shit

[shut up dude]

dude shut the fuck up witcha lame ass rhymes

sayin that my girl sucked ya shit yet u keep lyin

u lyin so much when u said that she blew you

man fuck u runnin mouth u fat fuck talkin bout food

seriously bitch i dont even care

fat mo fucka struggles ta get out the computer chair

sayin that u got skills i must admit the nice

but my rhymes is fire and urs is cold as ice

u big bitch get the bacon off ya back

u greasy ass slime ball chowin on big macs

ur fat and lonely u fuckin piece of shit

so smd u fat fuckin redneck bitch

[look here cracka]

cracka wants to take me back to false history

im just bringin back an old rivalry

ya see cracka i kno u and u kno me

cook ya wit the revolver like a rotesserie

u see cracka there was a guy that went ta jail

he went ta war wit a rival and the guy had prevailed

he stomped his fuckin face in deep within the curb

he lives in the hood unlike you in the burbs

u remember the war and this aint koolaid

my rhymes is sick and savin yourself?

forget it its to late

so how the fuck you gone say that i suck dick

when ur a fuckin women suckin to get rich quick

well lemme tell you cracka u dont wanna fuck wit me

im ur worst nightmare bitch its me tom d

and im back like cooked crack man fuck ya lame rhymes

u just a fuckin poser who says he got high

but i bet your bitch ass neva had blood shot eyes

lemme school ya ass take out a pen and paper

so holla back if u can bitch ill see you later

oh yeah and dude as in cool hoppin on his shit

fuck you to man i swear ill neva quit